I wrote in the Oneonta Daily Star how I wasn’t voting for the local state senator until it got fixed, and I urged other readers to do the same. With...n two days I was placed on the senator’s mailing list and received weekly updates on all he was doing about the bridge. Marilyn thought this was just as funny as I did. Another time I wrote a response to an article in the RPI alumni magazine after they wrote that KGS had bought a new chapter house in 2010 that had once been a home for unwed. As soon a she heard it, Barbara froze. I was still inside her up to my balls, her waist in my hands. When I looked at her, Barbara shook her head, lips compressed. I didn’t know if she meant I should keep quiet, stop moving, or both, but whatever her expression was telling me, she needn’t have worried. I was scared shitless, anxious that we’d be caught, appalled at the potential aftermath of being found up to my nuts inside my mother’s married best friend.The two women chattered about the. “Wanna see?” I ask.“Yes, but we better move off the trail into the woods out of sight,” she says.“Follow me,” I respond.Once out of sight of the walking trail and paths through the disc golf course, I stop, turn around, and expose my hard cock for her viewing pleasure. She gasps and says, “Wow you do have a nice cock. It must be at least seven inches.”“All the better to fuck you with, my dear,” I respond.She quickly drops her jeans and panties down around her ankles, bends over and says, “Give. " So did I," Sara answered. Still, there was a hint of sadness in hervoice.Tommi noticed. "What's wrong?"Sara shook her head, an action barely noticeable in the darkness."Nothing."Tommi sighed. "You're not very convincing. What's wrong?"Sara shook her head sadly. "I ... I don't know," she answered, feeling thetears welling up again. "It's just ... this reminds me of what _we_ neverhad!"Tommi nodded. "I know," she agreed softly. "But I know we'll always feelthat we have a home with.